La selva se muere
The land
The land of our future
The land of our children
Is bleeding to death
La selva se muere
Our essence
Was raped by religion
Your greed, your rotten system
Is taking us down
La selva se muere
The ground is flooded with blood
La selva se muere
Respira su herida...
Es mi sangre
The walls wont talk
My thoughts dont tell me much
I dont remember sitting here before
The walls wont talk
And I dont hear a sound
A rotten smell is giving me some clues
Im the end of the bloodline.